God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Autumn Leaf
Autumn Leaf
An autumn leaf is beautiful. Brightly colored in its hue.
Clinging to the last of spring…it’s life ending with a breeze.
Gracefully it floats down to earth and never has a clue.
It doesn’t know that soon it will be withered and brown with winter’s first freeze.
I’m not that different from the leaf.
Once I too was young and bright.
It was not a breeze that changed my life. My spiral began with grief.
My metamorphosis began the day you died.
My heart is like the leaf asleep upon the ground.
Will I wake up and begin anew at the seasons change?
Can my mind refresh itself listening for the sound?
That special noise that signals it’s okay to live once again. Or like the leaf am I destined just to sprout and hang.
An autumn leaf is beautiful. Brightly colored in its hue.
Clinging to the last of spring…it’s life ending with a breeze.
Gracefully it floats down to earth and never has a clue.
It doesn’t know that soon it will be withered and brown with winter’s first freeze.
I’m not that different from the leaf.
Once I too was young and bright.
It was not a breeze that changed my life. My spiral began with grief.
My metamorphosis began the day you died.
My heart is like the leaf asleep upon the ground.
Will I wake up and begin anew at the seasons change?
Can my mind refresh itself listening for the sound?
That special noise that signals it’s okay to live once again. Or like the leaf am I destined just to sprout and hang.
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Autumn Leaf
Autumn Leaf